The homily will most likely plant an "ear worm" in those of you around my age along with memories of the early British invasion on the radio, though these guys were American. You must admit it is a great song.
The first is from the cemetery in Sevenhill. I spent a lot of time down there with the camera. Just behind the cemetery was one of the best places to spot kangaroos. The shapes, shadows, light and silence were enhanced by the retreat.
The hosts, wine and water on the credence table at the back of St. Mary of the Angels in Port Lincoln. This was my first Sunday morning there. The light was catching things just so. Thirty minutes after this was taken I began as celebrant of my first Mass in Port Lincoln.
The first light of the day illuminated the organ loft at St. Joseph's in Warrnambool. This was one of the very few days on which the sun actually put in an appearance.
The last is a bit of calligraphy from the long retreat. There were three non-Jesuit priests making the retreat. One of the men is a calligrapher. One evening, when he was the celebrant for Mass, he distributed one of these which he wrote himself, to each (about 17) of us. It was the words of a Taize chant that served as the opening hymn. After Mass I walked back to the house and perched it in one of the rosebushes. There is no possibility in this world that I could ever write like that.
+Fr. Jack, SJ